Cursed Immortality

Chapter 1178: The ‘Survivor’ (1)

The chamber fell into deadly silence when the messenger’s unexpected yet appalled words, especially after they heard the survivor’s aura, were akin to those of the Undead of the Undead Skyfall Canyons.

”Impossible! What were Myriad Runic King and Black Fire King doing?! They couldn’t be suppressed this easily!” One of the Legendary Kings berated with a hint of apprehension.

”B-but...that’s what h-happened, and...and...that survivor is only a Legendary L-Lord! His Highness Black Fire King and Myriad Runic King confirmed it b-before they tried to detain that person, but instead, they were suppressed without even being able to resist!” The messenger stammered when he revealed this important yet humiliating event.

This time, the three leaders and legendary kings were even more shocked, and disbelief surfaced in their eyes.

Even if this was some Legendary Lord who comprehended superior law like Space, Time, or Destruction, suppressing two Legendary Kings still seemed far-fetched, not to mention that the Legendary Lord did it effortlessly, according to the messenger.

At this moment, the Wise King gravely asked while suppressing the easiness in his heart, ”You just said he only suppressed them and didn’t harm anyone? He just wants to have an audience with us?”

”Y-yes!” The messenger nodded, but even he didn’t seem to believe it.

”It is unlike the undead army of the Undead Skyfall Canyons. Those vile things are mindless killing machines, and all our tries to talk with them have failed so far...” The Spirit Eye King looked at the Wise King as she gave her opinion, which was also similar to the Wise King’s own trail of thoughts.

At this moment, the Giant War King finally spoke to the messenger coldly, while secretly deactivating the spell he was readying to flee, ”Did he identify himself? Don’t tell me it’s one of the Dead Faction bastards?”

The messenger hesitated as he replied, ”He refused to give a name. He only said... he seeks an audience with the three supreme leaders. But no trap or alarm formations that were supposed to detect the Dark Beings were activated.”

The silence thickened again because the Life Faction has already been fighting with the Dead Faction, and they have also developed methods to kill them most effectively.

Moreover, to make sure the Dark Beings couldn’t infiltrate among their ranks, they also have many powerful methods to detect a Dark Being, even if it were a peak Legendary King.

But this only made everyone more uneasy because if this wasn’t a Dark Being or Undead, then just who was it?

The Wise King’s gaze darkened thoughtfully as he said, ”In this situation... someone capable of crossing the undead tide alone and then entering here either possesses unimaginable strength...”

”...or carries something far more dangerous,” the Spirit Eye King finished coldly.

”But he still didn’t harm our men, which means he’s up to something...” The Giant War King’s grip tightened around his war-axe before he spat, ”In the end, it’s just a Legendary Lord, let me see who this fearless one is. Bring him!”

The messenger was startled, clearly thinking that it was a bad idea, just like the legendary kings present, and they all couldn’t help but look towards the other two leaders for confirmation.

The Giant War King almost went on a rampage when he saw this scene because he was used to having absolute say in the Life Faction, but now things have changed to such a degree that even a lowly messenger won’t listen to him.

”Do as his highness, Giant War King, says.” The Wise King nodded, followed by the Spirit Eye King, as they also wanted to at least listen to this person.

”Yes!” The messenger finally agreed and quickly left.

As the chamber doors closed again, they all secretly gathered their magic power just in case this ’survivor’ wasn’t friendly.

The Sanctuary Bastion’s inner hall was wrapped in layered light formations, each array humming with solemn vigilance. Pillars of radiance stretched to the ceiling, casting long shadows over the gathered Legendary Kings.

At this moment, the doors groaned open, and every gaze turned at once.

A lone figure stepped inside. She wore a dark cloak, its hem torn and stained by mist and ash. The fabric clung to her frame as though reluctant to part from the deathly winds outside.

Her steps were steady, neither hurried nor hesitant, and the moment her presence crossed the threshold, the temperature dropped.

It was subtle, but for beings of their level, subtlety was more alarming than violence.

The Giant War King’s pupils constricted first. The Wise King’s fingers paused mid-motion. The Spirit Eye King’s third eye flickered instinctively.

They all confirmed at this moment that this survivor was indeed a peak Legendary Lord. Unless he was even higher rank than them, he couldn’t conceal his power rank, or there was a treasure surpassing their imagination on this person’s body.

However, what truly made the chamber’s atmosphere congeal was not her cultivation, but the aura that was dense, profound, and terrifyingly familiar.

It was the same suffocating presence that had lingered on every battlefield. The same authority that accompanied the rising tides of undead. The same chilling cadence was woven into the Death March that imprisoned an entire continent.

The Death Law and not ordinary Death Law either, it was refined and condensed as if death itself had acknowledged her. But what they had failed to sense behind her terrifying aura of death was something even more profound and dangerous.

Moreover, she wasn’t even trying to conceal her law or aura as if they weren’t worthy enough for her to do such a thing.

But just because of the dense death law originating from her for a fleeting instant, every Legendary King in the hall arrived at the same conclusion that it was an enemy.

Furthermore, they really wanted to see if this Legendary Lord could stand against so many Legendary Kings, and their auras exploded outward in unison, but the three leaders didn’t move; they only watched with anticipation and apprehension.

At that moment, radiant light, crushing gravity, psychic tides, elemental pressure, and multiple soul senses overlapped, pressing toward the cloaked survivor like converging mountains.

The chamber trembled as even a Legendary Lord at peak stage should have collapsed to their knees beneath such collective oppression.

Yet, she did not move; only her cloak fluttered slightly under the pressure. A few loose strands of dark hair slipped free from beneath her hood.

At that moment, she lifted her head, and they could see her pale, sublime skin and calm, abyssal eyes, filled with unwavering defiance.

But what truly made those Legendary Kings’ skin crawl was that those eyes were filled with profound and undying pride that seemed to affect their own egos!